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Today I was out running errands, and it started to rain. I made a few stops and manage to avoid getting soaked. It looked like the rain wasn't letting up, so I decided to make one more stop, then head home.
I pulled into the d**gstore and went in to pick up a few things. Our local d**gstore is like a huge convenience store with all sorts of things, so I pickup up a few snacks, some vitamins and the allergy medication I came for. I checked out and headed out the front to where I had parked a good way down the line. I wasn't sure why there were so many cars, since it didn't seem too crowded inside.
When I reached the end of the building where I was parked, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see what that was all about. I was surprised to see a young girl, probably 19 or 20, sitting against the building, soaked by the rain and getting even wetter since it was still coming down pretty hard. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I asked her if she had a problem that I could help with.
She hung her head, so I move closer and asked her name. She lifted her head with a very vulnerable look and told me that her name was Cindy and that her boyfriend had left her there. I asked why he had done that, and she said that he had called her a slut and a whore, because she thought that she had been fooling around with his roommate. I was torn, since she was a cute redhead, but she was obviously very sad. I thought about it for a moment and then asked if she could wait for me for a few minutes and I would help her out. She nodded yes without saying anything and just stared into the distance, looking very lost.
I went back into the d**gstore and bought a couple of towels. I quickly paid for them and jogged back to where she was still slumped against the wall. I told her that she should dry her self a bit and come sit in my pickup out of the rain. I assured her that she was safe and that I would help her. She looked at me with a rather blank look, but took the towel, wiped her face, dabbed at her shoulders and started to dry her hair. I reminded her that it was still raining, took her by the hand and helped to her feet. Then I walked her to my truck and asked if she wanted to sit in the front or back (my truck has a really big crew cab).
She opted for the back, so I opened the door and let her climb in, noting that she was wearing only a short skirt, a cotton tank top and sandals. When I went to get into the front, figuring she would need some time to dry, she asked if I could sit with her. She slid over, and I sat on the back bench seat with her.
I still had another dry towel, and as she dried her legs, which I couldn't help admiring, I unfolded the towel and started to hand it to her. Instead of taking the towel, she leaned in toward me, so I used the towel to dry her hair a bit. Then I moved the towel down to her neck and around to her face, which had been rained on more. She seemed to like the attention, so I unfolded the towel I was holding and d****d it over her shoulders and down over the tops of her bare and wet arms.
The other towel was laying in her lap, so I unfolded it and spread it over her legs and waist. I pushed down on the towel a little so I was drying her thighs and then her hips and waist. She looked at me and told me that I was really being nice, and that guys were not usually so nice to her. That made me a little angry, since I am the kind of guy who tries to be nice to girls, and I told her that I wanted her to be comfortable and that she didn't deserve to be left in the rain like that. She leaned toward me, and I felt her breasts on my arm through her wet top.
I hadn't thought about anything except helping someone in need right up to that point, but I realized she wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel that her areolae were quite puffy, her very long nipples were quite erect and pointing upward, and her soft breasts felt firm yet soft and curved upward slightly. Still being the gentleman, I used the towel to dry her arms and shoulders more and moved it down to dry her back, even though her top was pretty soaked. When I looked down I realized I could see her tits through the wet top, especially her swollen, puffy areolae and those long erect nipples, and I started to get hard, which embarrassed me a little, since I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of her vulnerability. Instead of acting afraid, she cuddled closer and told me that I felt warm and that it was freezing when she was caught in the rain.
I remembered her name was Cindy, so I asked her "Cindy, what are you going to do now that your boyfriend has left you here in the rain and you are all wet. Do you have a place to go? I would be glad to give you a ride home." She told me that she was from out of town and that she had been staying with her boyfriend the past few weeks, but he told her not to bother to come back. She started to whimper a little and told me that she didn't have much with her, but that everything she had was at her boyfriend's place. I started to think "ex-boyfriend."
I asked Cindy if she wanted to dry off a bit more then go pick up her things, and she told me she was afraid to go there, as her boyfriend was mad at her. I assured her that she had nothing to fear and that I would protect her. I was at least ten or fifteen years older than her, and I figured her boyfriend as some punk k**. I told her to take off her wet sandals, and then I dried her feet with the towel that had been across her lap. When I looked back up, I could see that her skirt was soaking wet and had ridden up to reveal her thighs, and I could see her floral print panties, which were also wet from the cold rain. I dried her legs, trying not to look between her legs, but she spread then wider as I moved up her calves over her knees and back to her thighs.
The towels were starting to get pretty wet, and her clothes were beyond drying as long as she was wearing them. I suggested that maybe I could go back into the d**gstore and get her a t-shirt and see if they had any shorts that might fit her so at least she would be in dry clothes. She nodded her head and told me that would be very kind of me. I wondered it if was a good idea to leave her in my truck. but I took the keys and made a third trip into the d**gstore, leaving my stuff on the front seat.
I found a nice Dallas Cowboys t-shirt with a matching pair of shorts. I thought about getting her some dry panties, but I chickened out, thinking the clerks at the d**gstore where I shopped pretty often would think I was some kind of pervert. I had to guess at her size, but I figured her for a small, so I bought those as well as a couple more bath towels, since they were pretty cheap at the d**gstore. I paid for everything and went back to find her laying down on the back seat of my truck. I climbed into the front seat, then reached back and jiggle her shoulder to let her know I had returned.
I handed her the bag, and she looked in to find the t-shirt, shorts and towels. I told her "Cindy, I didn't know your size, so I hope those fit." Because I was too shy to buy any panties for her, she only had the wet ones she was wearing. "Cindy, I know that isn't a lot of clothing, but I'll turn around and let you put on those dry things. My windows are dark tinted, and we are at the end of the parking lot, so no one will be able to see you, so get out of those wet things - all of them - and put on the dry clothes. You will find a couple more towels in the bag, so be sure to dry yourself well while you are changing. Take your time - I am not going anywhere, and you are safe now."
I turned around so I was looking out the front window, but I couldn't help seeing her out of the corner of my eye in the rear view mirror as she peeled off her top, revealing a nice pair of what I figured were about C cups, and there were those puffy areolae and long nipples! About that time she looked up and saw me watching in the rear view, and for the first time she broke into a sly smile. I must have blushed bright red, and I diverted my eyes quickly, as though I was innocent - yeah, right. Actually, I was starting to see how pretty she was, and after touching her all over her body with the towel and then seeing her tits, my best efforts to remain calm were not stopping my cock from reacting.
I wasn't watching, but I could hear her moving around and knew she was slipping out of her skirt. I wanted so badly to look back at the mirror, and even to adjust it downward to I could see her better, but I felt like she had already been mistreated and deserved a little privacy. About then her panties flew from the back seat into my lap and I heard her giggle sweetly. I picked up her panties and felt her warmth still on them and caught a slight whiff of her feminine bouquet, and that was it, I now had a full hard on.
I repeated my offer to driver her to pick up her stuff and help her figure out a place to stay. As if she was coming out of a daze, she nodded her head (now I was looking at her in the rear view again, and she had put on the t-shirt and shorts. She asked if she could ride in the front, and when I didn't say no, she quickly climbed over the center console and hopped into the passenger seat, still drying her hair with a towel. When I looked over, I realized that the t-shirt I bought fit her very snugly, and her bulging breasts and nipples were quite alluring. The shorts were small and not very substantial, and without panties they had ridden high as she climbed to the front, and I could not help glancing - actually staring quite a bit - at her lovely long and pale legs that went with her bright red hair.
"Cindy, let's go sweetie. Where do you need me to drive you?" She said "mmm, I like the sound you driving me," and she laughed out loud. it made me feel good that she was recovering from the trauma. She apologized for not being able to give better directions, but from the few landmarks and street names she did know, I figure out where we needed to go. It wasn't far, and in a matter of minutes we pulled into the front of a pretty seedy looking four plex. She told me that her boyfriend lived in Unit B with his buddy, and that she had really only met him a couple of weeks ago when she first got to town. She told me his name was John, and my thought was that he was likely a pretty plain guy, and I already disliked him for leaving her stranded and wet in a strange place.
I knocked on the door and saw movement at the window. I heard someone yell through the door "who the hell are you and what do you want?" "I am looking for John, and I have something for him" I lied. The door opened and a skinny guy stuck his head out and said "I'm John, what do you have for me." I forced the door open, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and told him that I had found Cindy lost and wet in the rain and that I was here for her things. He denied knowing her, but when I told him that he was on the verge of getting an ass beating if he didn't turn over her things, he shook loose, practically ran across the trashed out room, grabbed a small backpack and tossed it to my feet. "That's all she had. She is a free loader, and you can have her skanky ass. She would not even put out for me after I let her sleep on the couch." I backhanded the k** across the lip, and as I watched a trickle of blood run down his lip, I told him that if I ever saw him he should walk the other way, and then I told him that if I ever caught him trying to take advantage of Cindy or any other vulnerable young woman again I would beat him senseless. I pushed over a cabinet that had a bong and some other crap on it as I walked out the door and slammed it behind me.
Cindy was waiting in my truck, and she had a look of fear on her face. "Is he going to come out here?" she asked me. I told her that she would never have to worry about him again, that he was never her boyfriend, that guys like him were just trying to get a cheap lay, and that she should forget about him. Then I asked her where she wanted to go.
Cindy burst into tears as I drove out of the parking lot and put that jackass behind us. "I have nowhere to go, no friends, and no money," she wailed. She sobbed with her face in her hands, and I felt pity for her, but I was also still a little aroused. I thought about taking her home, thought better of it, then heard myself saying to her "Cindy, if you like, we can grab something to eat at a fast food place, and you I can let you stay at my home tonight in my spare bedroom." I asked myself "did I just say that?" "Did I ask her to come to my house when I don't know a damn thing about her except that she is broke and was hanging out with some dirt bags." Then I looked at her again and knew I had to help her out.
It only took about ten minutes to get to my ranch house, which is on several acres of land. As I turned onto my private dirt road and crossed a cattle gap, Cindy sat up and looked around rather wide-eyed. "Don't worry Cindy. My place is a bit rustic and the house is a bit off the road, but you will like the peace and quiet, and you will stay dry for sure." I figured she was still a little in shock from her ordeal, so I stayed quiet as I drove into my barn-like garage and parked.
Like a gentleman, I walked around to her side of the car and opened the door for her. "What are you doing," she asked. I told her to relax, that I was just opening the door for her, and I reached out a hand for her to hold onto as she stepped down from the truck. She was shaking. I really felt bad for her. I asked if she would like something to eat, and she perked up. "I haven't eaten since yesterday," she told me. "I'm starving." I told her that I would show her to her room and while she was getting settled and maybe taking a warm shower I would toss some burgers on the grill.
Twenty minutes later, I had laid out some chips, buns, lettuce, tomatoes condiments and a plate with four charbroiled burgers. Cindy walked in, wearing the Cowboys t-shirt and shorts (that's all she had), and practically ran into my arms as she thanked me for fixing such a nice meal. We sat down, and she ate like a starving savage, then she looked at me and apologized for her manners. I chuckled and told her not to worry, that I understood what it was like to need something, to feel hungry, and to be unfulfilled. I didn't realize it, but I was really talking about my recent breakup with my girlfriend of seven years, who decided to head to Hollywood and pursue an acting career; I guess it didn't help when I angrily told her that she would be a waitress within a month and a hooker within a year.
After we ate, I told Cindy not to worry about the dishes and lead her into my den, which had a comfortable, fluffy sectional couch, plenty of pillows and a nice audio/video system. I asked her if she would like to watch television or a movie, and she said she would love to watch a movie. I asked her what kind of things she liked, and she told me she would enjoy something romantic if that was OK with me. My library doesn't include a lot of romantic stuff, so I switched over to the on demand movies, and she was amazed at the number of choices, all listed by category. She asked about the "adult" category, and I told her that I really hadn't watched it much, but that I didn't think it was porn, but that there was probably a lot of nudity, sexual situations and not much emphasis on the plot. She asked if we could watch one of those. I chose a flick called "Older Men/Younger Women" or something like that, and when it came on, we immediately saw the intro clips that advertised various films from that company that were similar to this one, and I was a bit embarrassed that it was porn and what we saw instantly was young women playing with other young women, then men getting sucked by them and then lots of explicit licking, sucking and fucking. I quickly apologized and told her I would change to another channel, but she asked me to leave it on, saying she had never seen anything like this before.
In the first scene, a girl in a tube top and short skirt was picked up hitchhiking by a guy in a pickup. He told her to hop in and asked where she was headed. She told him she was just out for some fun and asked what he was doing. He said he lived nearby and asked if she wanted to join him for some drinks. In a matter of minutes, they were drinking vodka, then they both got naked, she sucked his cock, he licked her pussy, and they fucked until he pulled out and shot a huge load all over her. Cindy was transfixed on the action, and she moved closer to me on the couch.
"Can we have some drinks like that," she asked me. "Sure, Cindy, I think you are old enough to drink. What do you like?" "I'll have whatever you are having," she said politely. I went and fixed us a couple of pretty strong rum and cokes and even put in a twist of lime to make it a Cuba Libre. She tasted hers then downed it and told me it was really good and that she would like another. I could swear that her nipples were getting erect, but I didn't want to make any assumptions.
The movie had moved on, and two girls were in a 69. One of them had huge tits, and they both looked like they were barely 18. As I walked away, I looked back, and Cindy was looking straight at the girls, and one of them had her pussy spread so the camera could see everything.
When I came back with a second round of drinks, Cindy was laying back on the sofa with her legs spread pretty wide open, and since she wasn't wearing panties, I could see her pussy pretty clearly. She didn't make a move to close her legs, so I sat on the sofa next to her feet, handed her the drink and took in the view. Her pussy looked wet, and I wondered if the movie was getting her aroused. As we watched the two girls who were in a 69 earlier sucking off a many who looked to be in his 40's, Cindy sipped her drink but never let her eyes wander from the screen. I wish I could say the same, but as she rocked her legs back and forth, I could see more and more of Cindy's pussy, until her entire slit was visible. It was pink, and I could see that her labia were swollen a little. I wondered if she would freak out if she caught me looking, but I couldn't help myself.
I excused myself and went into my room, changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt, then washed my face and hands, trying not to think about Cindy and hoping that I would not be too aroused. I didn't want her to think that I was another dirt bag trying to take advantage of her.
I returned to my den, and I could see on the television a scene where one of the girls was getting fucked from behind by a nice looking gentleman about my age (late 30's) while she was in a 69 with another girl. I could not see Cindy over the edge of the couch, but as I approached, the guy started to cum, and when he pulled out, his jizz spilled into the mouth of the girl on the bottom, and his cock spurted cum all over her face and lips. I looked over the edge of the couch, and Cindy had pulled her shorts to the side and had pushed two fingers on one hand into her pussy and was rubbing her clit, which I now saw was enormous, with her other hand. I instantly had a hardon.
"Ahem," I coughed as I entered the den. Cindy quickly straightened herself up, but she was very flushed. I asked if she was enjoying the adult channel and drinks, and she said it was the most fun she had had in weeks. Right then, the guy on the screen pushed his cock, still dripping with cum and pussy juices, into the girl's mouth and started face fucking her. Cindy moaned almost imperceptibly, but I could see she was trying to discretely get her hands back into her shorts. I told her that if she wanted to get more comfortable I would not mind. She asked what I meant, and about then she noticed my bulging hardon, causing me to get red in the face.
Cindy said that she was very excited and hoped that she had not worn out her welcome. "To the contrary Cindy, I am glad to see you feeling relaxed and enjoying yourself. By all means treat this house as though you were at home. Suddenly, Cindy stood up, dropper her shorts, peeled the t-shirt over her head and leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back, and our tongues had quite a battle for position as we each tongue-fucked each other. She quickly reached down and felt my bulging hardon and the pre-cum now soaking through my shorts, and she asked me if I wanted to get comfortable. When I stood, she pulled my shorts down, grabbed my cock and started licking and sucking me just like the girls in the video had been doing.
"You don't have to do this Cindy, you know. You are welcome here with no strings attached, and I certainly don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want as some kind of payment for being here." "Just fuck me now" she said. "I'm sooooo horny after seeing those girls getting those cocks, and yours is beautiful. Let me suck it."
That did it for me. I peeled off my t-shirt, and now we were both naked. She sucked my cock greedily, and I felt her taking it deeper and deeper. I am no porn star, but my cock is well above average length and pretty thick. I was surprised that she had so much in her mouth so quickly. I could not help myself and began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper each time until she finally gagged a little. I quickly apologized, but she ignored that, grabbed me by the ass with one hand, put her other hand on the back of her head and forced herself to take my cock down her throat. I could feel her swallowing as my cock penetrated deeply into her throat, and when I pulled back she took a quick, strong breath through her nose, then took my cock back deeply into her throat. I couldn't remember any woman ever taking so much of my cock, and that made me start to throb, and I knew I was going to cum soon. I warned her, and she backed off a little, took another deep breath, then forced her head back onto me so my cock was buried deep in her throat. She bobbed up and down a bit, and that set me off. I spurted jets of cum deep into her throat, and I swear it was going directly into her stomach. After several strong ropes had shot down her throat, she pulled back for a breath, then jerked my cock as she sucked it in her mouth to get the last bit out, swallowing repeatedly as my cock oozed profusely.
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I pulled into the d**gstore and went in to pick up a few things. Our local d**gstore is like a huge convenience store with all sorts of things, so I pickup up a few snacks, some vitamins and the allergy medication I came for. I checked out and headed out the front to where I had parked a good way down the line. I wasn't sure why there were so many cars, since it didn't seem too crowded inside.
When I reached the end of the building where I was parked, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see what that was all about. I was surprised to see a young girl, probably 19 or 20, sitting against the building, soaked by the rain and getting even wetter since it was still coming down pretty hard. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I asked her if she had a problem that I could help with.
She hung her head, so I move closer and asked her name. She lifted her head with a very vulnerable look and told me that her name was Cindy and that her boyfriend had left her there. I asked why he had done that, and she said that he had called her a slut and a whore, because she thought that she had been fooling around with his roommate. I was torn, since she was a cute redhead, but she was obviously very sad. I thought about it for a moment and then asked if she could wait for me for a few minutes and I would help her out. She nodded yes without saying anything and just stared into the distance, looking very lost.
I went back into the d**gstore and bought a couple of towels. I quickly paid for them and jogged back to where she was still slumped against the wall. I told her that she should dry her self a bit and come sit in my pickup out of the rain. I assured her that she was safe and that I would help her. She looked at me with a rather blank look, but took the towel, wiped her face, dabbed at her shoulders and started to dry her hair. I reminded her that it was still raining, took her by the hand and helped to her feet. Then I walked her to my truck and asked if she wanted to sit in the front or back (my truck has a really big crew cab).
She opted for the back, so I opened the door and let her climb in, noting that she was wearing only a short skirt, a cotton tank top and sandals. When I went to get into the front, figuring she would need some time to dry, she asked if I could sit with her. She slid over, and I sat on the back bench seat with her.
I still had another dry towel, and as she dried her legs, which I couldn't help admiring, I unfolded the towel and started to hand it to her. Instead of taking the towel, she leaned in toward me, so I used the towel to dry her hair a bit. Then I moved the towel down to her neck and around to her face, which had been rained on more. She seemed to like the attention, so I unfolded the towel I was holding and d****d it over her shoulders and down over the tops of her bare and wet arms.
The other towel was laying in her lap, so I unfolded it and spread it over her legs and waist. I pushed down on the towel a little so I was drying her thighs and then her hips and waist. She looked at me and told me that I was really being nice, and that guys were not usually so nice to her. That made me a little angry, since I am the kind of guy who tries to be nice to girls, and I told her that I wanted her to be comfortable and that she didn't deserve to be left in the rain like that. She leaned toward me, and I felt her breasts on my arm through her wet top.
I hadn't thought about anything except helping someone in need right up to that point, but I realized she wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel that her areolae were quite puffy, her very long nipples were quite erect and pointing upward, and her soft breasts felt firm yet soft and curved upward slightly. Still being the gentleman, I used the towel to dry her arms and shoulders more and moved it down to dry her back, even though her top was pretty soaked. When I looked down I realized I could see her tits through the wet top, especially her swollen, puffy areolae and those long erect nipples, and I started to get hard, which embarrassed me a little, since I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of her vulnerability. Instead of acting afraid, she cuddled closer and told me that I felt warm and that it was freezing when she was caught in the rain.
I remembered her name was Cindy, so I asked her "Cindy, what are you going to do now that your boyfriend has left you here in the rain and you are all wet. Do you have a place to go? I would be glad to give you a ride home." She told me that she was from out of town and that she had been staying with her boyfriend the past few weeks, but he told her not to bother to come back. She started to whimper a little and told me that she didn't have much with her, but that everything she had was at her boyfriend's place. I started to think "ex-boyfriend."
I asked Cindy if she wanted to dry off a bit more then go pick up her things, and she told me she was afraid to go there, as her boyfriend was mad at her. I assured her that she had nothing to fear and that I would protect her. I was at least ten or fifteen years older than her, and I figured her boyfriend as some punk k**. I told her to take off her wet sandals, and then I dried her feet with the towel that had been across her lap. When I looked back up, I could see that her skirt was soaking wet and had ridden up to reveal her thighs, and I could see her floral print panties, which were also wet from the cold rain. I dried her legs, trying not to look between her legs, but she spread then wider as I moved up her calves over her knees and back to her thighs.
The towels were starting to get pretty wet, and her clothes were beyond drying as long as she was wearing them. I suggested that maybe I could go back into the d**gstore and get her a t-shirt and see if they had any shorts that might fit her so at least she would be in dry clothes. She nodded her head and told me that would be very kind of me. I wondered it if was a good idea to leave her in my truck. but I took the keys and made a third trip into the d**gstore, leaving my stuff on the front seat.
I found a nice Dallas Cowboys t-shirt with a matching pair of shorts. I thought about getting her some dry panties, but I chickened out, thinking the clerks at the d**gstore where I shopped pretty often would think I was some kind of pervert. I had to guess at her size, but I figured her for a small, so I bought those as well as a couple more bath towels, since they were pretty cheap at the d**gstore. I paid for everything and went back to find her laying down on the back seat of my truck. I climbed into the front seat, then reached back and jiggle her shoulder to let her know I had returned.
I handed her the bag, and she looked in to find the t-shirt, shorts and towels. I told her "Cindy, I didn't know your size, so I hope those fit." Because I was too shy to buy any panties for her, she only had the wet ones she was wearing. "Cindy, I know that isn't a lot of clothing, but I'll turn around and let you put on those dry things. My windows are dark tinted, and we are at the end of the parking lot, so no one will be able to see you, so get out of those wet things - all of them - and put on the dry clothes. You will find a couple more towels in the bag, so be sure to dry yourself well while you are changing. Take your time - I am not going anywhere, and you are safe now."
I turned around so I was looking out the front window, but I couldn't help seeing her out of the corner of my eye in the rear view mirror as she peeled off her top, revealing a nice pair of what I figured were about C cups, and there were those puffy areolae and long nipples! About that time she looked up and saw me watching in the rear view, and for the first time she broke into a sly smile. I must have blushed bright red, and I diverted my eyes quickly, as though I was innocent - yeah, right. Actually, I was starting to see how pretty she was, and after touching her all over her body with the towel and then seeing her tits, my best efforts to remain calm were not stopping my cock from reacting.
I wasn't watching, but I could hear her moving around and knew she was slipping out of her skirt. I wanted so badly to look back at the mirror, and even to adjust it downward to I could see her better, but I felt like she had already been mistreated and deserved a little privacy. About then her panties flew from the back seat into my lap and I heard her giggle sweetly. I picked up her panties and felt her warmth still on them and caught a slight whiff of her feminine bouquet, and that was it, I now had a full hard on.
I repeated my offer to driver her to pick up her stuff and help her figure out a place to stay. As if she was coming out of a daze, she nodded her head (now I was looking at her in the rear view again, and she had put on the t-shirt and shorts. She asked if she could ride in the front, and when I didn't say no, she quickly climbed over the center console and hopped into the passenger seat, still drying her hair with a towel. When I looked over, I realized that the t-shirt I bought fit her very snugly, and her bulging breasts and nipples were quite alluring. The shorts were small and not very substantial, and without panties they had ridden high as she climbed to the front, and I could not help glancing - actually staring quite a bit - at her lovely long and pale legs that went with her bright red hair.
"Cindy, let's go sweetie. Where do you need me to drive you?" She said "mmm, I like the sound you driving me," and she laughed out loud. it made me feel good that she was recovering from the trauma. She apologized for not being able to give better directions, but from the few landmarks and street names she did know, I figure out where we needed to go. It wasn't far, and in a matter of minutes we pulled into the front of a pretty seedy looking four plex. She told me that her boyfriend lived in Unit B with his buddy, and that she had really only met him a couple of weeks ago when she first got to town. She told me his name was John, and my thought was that he was likely a pretty plain guy, and I already disliked him for leaving her stranded and wet in a strange place.
I knocked on the door and saw movement at the window. I heard someone yell through the door "who the hell are you and what do you want?" "I am looking for John, and I have something for him" I lied. The door opened and a skinny guy stuck his head out and said "I'm John, what do you have for me." I forced the door open, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and told him that I had found Cindy lost and wet in the rain and that I was here for her things. He denied knowing her, but when I told him that he was on the verge of getting an ass beating if he didn't turn over her things, he shook loose, practically ran across the trashed out room, grabbed a small backpack and tossed it to my feet. "That's all she had. She is a free loader, and you can have her skanky ass. She would not even put out for me after I let her sleep on the couch." I backhanded the k** across the lip, and as I watched a trickle of blood run down his lip, I told him that if I ever saw him he should walk the other way, and then I told him that if I ever caught him trying to take advantage of Cindy or any other vulnerable young woman again I would beat him senseless. I pushed over a cabinet that had a bong and some other crap on it as I walked out the door and slammed it behind me.
Cindy was waiting in my truck, and she had a look of fear on her face. "Is he going to come out here?" she asked me. I told her that she would never have to worry about him again, that he was never her boyfriend, that guys like him were just trying to get a cheap lay, and that she should forget about him. Then I asked her where she wanted to go.
Cindy burst into tears as I drove out of the parking lot and put that jackass behind us. "I have nowhere to go, no friends, and no money," she wailed. She sobbed with her face in her hands, and I felt pity for her, but I was also still a little aroused. I thought about taking her home, thought better of it, then heard myself saying to her "Cindy, if you like, we can grab something to eat at a fast food place, and you I can let you stay at my home tonight in my spare bedroom." I asked myself "did I just say that?" "Did I ask her to come to my house when I don't know a damn thing about her except that she is broke and was hanging out with some dirt bags." Then I looked at her again and knew I had to help her out.
It only took about ten minutes to get to my ranch house, which is on several acres of land. As I turned onto my private dirt road and crossed a cattle gap, Cindy sat up and looked around rather wide-eyed. "Don't worry Cindy. My place is a bit rustic and the house is a bit off the road, but you will like the peace and quiet, and you will stay dry for sure." I figured she was still a little in shock from her ordeal, so I stayed quiet as I drove into my barn-like garage and parked.
Like a gentleman, I walked around to her side of the car and opened the door for her. "What are you doing," she asked. I told her to relax, that I was just opening the door for her, and I reached out a hand for her to hold onto as she stepped down from the truck. She was shaking. I really felt bad for her. I asked if she would like something to eat, and she perked up. "I haven't eaten since yesterday," she told me. "I'm starving." I told her that I would show her to her room and while she was getting settled and maybe taking a warm shower I would toss some burgers on the grill.
Twenty minutes later, I had laid out some chips, buns, lettuce, tomatoes condiments and a plate with four charbroiled burgers. Cindy walked in, wearing the Cowboys t-shirt and shorts (that's all she had), and practically ran into my arms as she thanked me for fixing such a nice meal. We sat down, and she ate like a starving savage, then she looked at me and apologized for her manners. I chuckled and told her not to worry, that I understood what it was like to need something, to feel hungry, and to be unfulfilled. I didn't realize it, but I was really talking about my recent breakup with my girlfriend of seven years, who decided to head to Hollywood and pursue an acting career; I guess it didn't help when I angrily told her that she would be a waitress within a month and a hooker within a year.
After we ate, I told Cindy not to worry about the dishes and lead her into my den, which had a comfortable, fluffy sectional couch, plenty of pillows and a nice audio/video system. I asked her if she would like to watch television or a movie, and she said she would love to watch a movie. I asked her what kind of things she liked, and she told me she would enjoy something romantic if that was OK with me. My library doesn't include a lot of romantic stuff, so I switched over to the on demand movies, and she was amazed at the number of choices, all listed by category. She asked about the "adult" category, and I told her that I really hadn't watched it much, but that I didn't think it was porn, but that there was probably a lot of nudity, sexual situations and not much emphasis on the plot. She asked if we could watch one of those. I chose a flick called "Older Men/Younger Women" or something like that, and when it came on, we immediately saw the intro clips that advertised various films from that company that were similar to this one, and I was a bit embarrassed that it was porn and what we saw instantly was young women playing with other young women, then men getting sucked by them and then lots of explicit licking, sucking and fucking. I quickly apologized and told her I would change to another channel, but she asked me to leave it on, saying she had never seen anything like this before.
In the first scene, a girl in a tube top and short skirt was picked up hitchhiking by a guy in a pickup. He told her to hop in and asked where she was headed. She told him she was just out for some fun and asked what he was doing. He said he lived nearby and asked if she wanted to join him for some drinks. In a matter of minutes, they were drinking vodka, then they both got naked, she sucked his cock, he licked her pussy, and they fucked until he pulled out and shot a huge load all over her. Cindy was transfixed on the action, and she moved closer to me on the couch.
"Can we have some drinks like that," she asked me. "Sure, Cindy, I think you are old enough to drink. What do you like?" "I'll have whatever you are having," she said politely. I went and fixed us a couple of pretty strong rum and cokes and even put in a twist of lime to make it a Cuba Libre. She tasted hers then downed it and told me it was really good and that she would like another. I could swear that her nipples were getting erect, but I didn't want to make any assumptions.
The movie had moved on, and two girls were in a 69. One of them had huge tits, and they both looked like they were barely 18. As I walked away, I looked back, and Cindy was looking straight at the girls, and one of them had her pussy spread so the camera could see everything.
When I came back with a second round of drinks, Cindy was laying back on the sofa with her legs spread pretty wide open, and since she wasn't wearing panties, I could see her pussy pretty clearly. She didn't make a move to close her legs, so I sat on the sofa next to her feet, handed her the drink and took in the view. Her pussy looked wet, and I wondered if the movie was getting her aroused. As we watched the two girls who were in a 69 earlier sucking off a many who looked to be in his 40's, Cindy sipped her drink but never let her eyes wander from the screen. I wish I could say the same, but as she rocked her legs back and forth, I could see more and more of Cindy's pussy, until her entire slit was visible. It was pink, and I could see that her labia were swollen a little. I wondered if she would freak out if she caught me looking, but I couldn't help myself.
I excused myself and went into my room, changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt, then washed my face and hands, trying not to think about Cindy and hoping that I would not be too aroused. I didn't want her to think that I was another dirt bag trying to take advantage of her.
I returned to my den, and I could see on the television a scene where one of the girls was getting fucked from behind by a nice looking gentleman about my age (late 30's) while she was in a 69 with another girl. I could not see Cindy over the edge of the couch, but as I approached, the guy started to cum, and when he pulled out, his jizz spilled into the mouth of the girl on the bottom, and his cock spurted cum all over her face and lips. I looked over the edge of the couch, and Cindy had pulled her shorts to the side and had pushed two fingers on one hand into her pussy and was rubbing her clit, which I now saw was enormous, with her other hand. I instantly had a hardon.
"Ahem," I coughed as I entered the den. Cindy quickly straightened herself up, but she was very flushed. I asked if she was enjoying the adult channel and drinks, and she said it was the most fun she had had in weeks. Right then, the guy on the screen pushed his cock, still dripping with cum and pussy juices, into the girl's mouth and started face fucking her. Cindy moaned almost imperceptibly, but I could see she was trying to discretely get her hands back into her shorts. I told her that if she wanted to get more comfortable I would not mind. She asked what I meant, and about then she noticed my bulging hardon, causing me to get red in the face.
Cindy said that she was very excited and hoped that she had not worn out her welcome. "To the contrary Cindy, I am glad to see you feeling relaxed and enjoying yourself. By all means treat this house as though you were at home. Suddenly, Cindy stood up, dropper her shorts, peeled the t-shirt over her head and leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back, and our tongues had quite a battle for position as we each tongue-fucked each other. She quickly reached down and felt my bulging hardon and the pre-cum now soaking through my shorts, and she asked me if I wanted to get comfortable. When I stood, she pulled my shorts down, grabbed my cock and started licking and sucking me just like the girls in the video had been doing.
"You don't have to do this Cindy, you know. You are welcome here with no strings attached, and I certainly don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want as some kind of payment for being here." "Just fuck me now" she said. "I'm sooooo horny after seeing those girls getting those cocks, and yours is beautiful. Let me suck it."
That did it for me. I peeled off my t-shirt, and now we were both naked. She sucked my cock greedily, and I felt her taking it deeper and deeper. I am no porn star, but my cock is well above average length and pretty thick. I was surprised that she had so much in her mouth so quickly. I could not help myself and began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper each time until she finally gagged a little. I quickly apologized, but she ignored that, grabbed me by the ass with one hand, put her other hand on the back of her head and forced herself to take my cock down her throat. I could feel her swallowing as my cock penetrated deeply into her throat, and when I pulled back she took a quick, strong breath through her nose, then took my cock back deeply into her throat. I couldn't remember any woman ever taking so much of my cock, and that made me start to throb, and I knew I was going to cum soon. I warned her, and she backed off a little, took another deep breath, then forced her head back onto me so my cock was buried deep in her throat. She bobbed up and down a bit, and that set me off. I spurted jets of cum deep into her throat, and I swear it was going directly into her stomach. After several strong ropes had shot down her throat, she pulled back for a breath, then jerked my cock as she sucked it in her mouth to get the last bit out, swallowing repeatedly as my cock oozed profusely.
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